So we're gonna pretend that those entries spanned over the course of the month, because honestly, I ran out of ideas for them. And I wanted to start this part of the story. :D
So here we go. Into the actual story part of the story.
Normal P.O.V.
"Ok class, now that the life journal assignment is over, I would like to do something a little different," the English teacher, Mrs. Cormaci, said.
"Different's good," Lilly whispered to Miley. Miley nodded in agreement.
"I am going to assign each of you to another person in the class. You will give your assigned partner your life journal, and they will correct it for things like grammar and spelling. Then they will hand your journals in to me, and I will grade both you on your assignment, and your partner on their editing. Does that make sense to you?"
Lilly, Miley, Jake, and Oliver's mouths dropped open.
"You mean…people are going to read what we wrote?" asked Oliver, horror struck.
"Why yes, of course," Mrs. Cormaci looked surprised. "I told you that at the beginning of the assignment. I told you specifically not to write anything that you wouldn't want anyone else to read. Weren't you paying attention?"
The four teens shook their heads, dumbstruck.
"Tsk, well. There's nothing to be done about it now," Mrs. Cormaci gave them disapproving looks. She began to pair people off. Finally, Miley, Oliver, Lilly, and Jake were the only ones left.
"Miley Stewart, you are to give your life journal to Oliver Oken." Miley's face paled. "Oliver, you are to give yours to Jake Ryan." Oliver looked as if he was about to pass out. "Jake Ryan, yours will go to Lilly Truscott." Jake's eyes widened. He mouthed the words oh no. "And Lilly…I'm afraid that there's no one left in the class for you to give yours to…" Lilly relaxed visibly and slumped in her seat. "Oh wait…Miley, I never assigned someone to you. Lilly, you will give yours to Miley."
"No!" Lilly cried involuntarily. Miley shot a confused look at her. "I mean…no…way…No way I got my best friend. What good luck." She smiled forcedly.
"Nice save," Oliver whispered after Miley looked away. "What's in there that you don't want her to see?"
"None of your business," Lilly whispered back. She clutched her orange notebook to her chest and slumped lower in her seat to repeatedly bang her head against the back of the chair. "What about you Oliver. I'll bet your notebook is filled with pages and pages of your unrequited love for Mi...a certain girl..." Lilly caught herself. Oliver nodded slightly.
"Touché," he whispered.
"Class, please switch books."
It was as if the death march began to play as each teen passed over their precious notebook to their assigned partner. What was in those books was meant to be secret. For the author's eyes only. And whether or not Mrs. Cormaci believed that she really had told them not to write personal things, no one in the class could remember her specifically saying that.
Now, all secrets were about to be revealed. Hidden feelings would no longer be hidden. And worst of all, each knew in their hearts that their friendships were about to be strained more than ever.
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